December 's nearly gone

In the sun,
swirling steam
of coffee makes
ever-changing designs
on the liquid surface.
~
Two more
rusty cuphooks
coming out of the old
house's doorway-without-a-door--
Christmas.
~
Unmoved
for several days,
my car's windshield reflects
the details of a maple leaf
with veins.
~
Student
concert--how could
they stay away from their
cell phones & iPods for ninety
minutes?
~
mid-December's cold
a mockingbird eating
beautyberries
~
mid-December
keeping the birdbath leaf-clear
and full of water
~~~~~~
c Pat Laster, author A Journey of Choice
lovepat press, December 15 2010

March into March-- cinquains and other short forms

Changes (a tripod)
Silently,
I sit apart and muse
about the puzzling death of our love--
how green can turn to brown
so quickly.
~
Coincidence (cinquain)
Nearby,
cathedral bells
ring Vespers; far away,
a locomotive blows. Two sounds,
same pitch.
~
Donald Tatman, Arkadelphia AR
Three books
published after
he turned ninety. Wrote them
out in longhand in a Big Chief
tablet.
~
I wondered why the bird fussed
(cinquain sequence)
Cleaning
for patio
picnic, I stashed extra
stuff in the garage. The next week
I found

--to my
dismay-- a nest
in a small watering
can. I looked closer: a long-cold
wren's egg.
~
Couldn't Be! (limerick)
In charge of a grandson named Fred,
He told me just what his friends said:
"Unless she's a pixie
Your 'Mom can't be sixty.
If she were that old, she'd be dead!"
~
c 2010 lovepat press